The light is like a spider.
It crawls over the water.
It crawls over the edges of the snow.
It crawls under your eyelids
And spreads its webs there–
Its two webs.
The webs of your eyes
Are fastened
To the flesh and bones of you
As to rafters or grass.
There are filaments of your eyes
On the surface of the water
And in the edges of the snow.
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I don’t really get the whole tittle because it’s called Tattoo and it’s not even about that I think It’s a little confussing but funny at the same time. It repeats it self in the beging of the first three lines but it gives it more of a meaning so I like that normally I wouldn’t